"Without his Storm Troopers (or his Clones) the Emperor of the Star Wars universe would have been nothing more then a personal menace with a great need for a plastic surgeon and a better fashion consultant. And where would Sauron have been without his Orcs. The power of most Masterminds lies with their minions—the faceless hordes who exist to do (literally) only the Mastermind's bidding and work their evil upon the game world."

"Do you know who I am? Have you got any idea how many anonymous henchmen I've killed over the years? I mean, look at you: you don't even have a name tag. You've got no chance. Why don't you just fall down? Go on, son."

Chris: Meanwhile, the guard that smacked around Magneto has gone directly from his job at a high-security government installation to a bar, where he is easily seduced by Mystique, who has turned herself into Sexy Rebecca Romijn. Matt: I know a bar is directly where I’d go if I had to do that guy’s job. Chris: Yeah, I guess having to beat up a Holocaust survivor all day is a pretty good reason to drink.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today via YouTube to solemnly remember our great friend, Soldier A. He was there to scream as he was shot, he was there to grunt as he was punched in the face, and he announced, yes, it was aGundam. May he rest in peace...at least until the next action scene.

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